Some longing for my death,
Some don't even care.
But I still have something to do,
Something more to share.
I wanna write, till the very end,
And everyone has something to pretend.
I wanna say it all, leaving lasting memories,
Then go up, without any worries.
Sooner or later, my ink will dry,
As I would have nothing left to write.
That shall be the end of me,
If everything goes alright.